They threaten to sell me out to
morrow.'' Philip could do nothingfurther
in a money way. He was resolute
not to abandon his friends, how
ever. That afternoon he made a
contract with a picture house to
do some copying. The recom
pense was not large, but it would
fit into a plan he had for taking
care of Garland until the latter
could find new employment.
He was greeted with a sad
spectacle when he reached the
Garland place that evening. The
old man was pacing the floor dis
tractedly. Isabel, pale and dis
tressed, was seated on all that
had been left in the place by the
ruthless creditors the old sea
"It will be easy to arrange for
your care until you get on your
feet again, Mr. Garland," said
Philip cheerfully. "What are we
going to do with the chest,
though? Let us open it and se
lect what is worth while."
They set aside a compass and
some other few things out of the
hererogeneous contents of the
"What about this?" "inquired
Philip, lifting out the keg. "Why,
Reversing the keg, the young
artist uttered a very startled ex
clamation. Across one end there
was traced in ink the word : "Am
bergris." One hour later the happy old
man knew that the old sea chest
had contained treasure, indeed.
Worth more than its weight in
gold, the ambergris, rare and
readily salable, represented over
twelve thousand dollars.
"Xow Isabel can finish her mu
sic !" cried the old man joyfully,
"and you, oh, my dear friend!
command the fortune you have
discovered to assist you in any
way in your artist's career."
Isabel clung close to the arm
of the young man who had so
loyally shared their troubles, as
he escorted them to a near hotel.
The pressure of that dear hand
thrilled Philip Carle. The old
man walked prudently ahead of
the happy pair.
And when they parted for the
night, the decision had been
reached that the musical and the
art careers should be pursued
There's just one guy I'd like to
Holding a gun- the while I'm
near him ;
Also a sabre and a mace,
And other stuff with which to
If I should ever get a crack
At this boob there would be
some flurry !
I'm speaking of that blighted
Who first invented "I should
"Are you a friend to William
Bliggins?" "That ne'er-do-well?
I should think not, indeed!"
"Then you'll hardly be interested
to hear that he has inherited
$100,000." "What! Our dear old
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